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Thought I told you not to run
them sheep on my land!

It's my land, Garrett.

It became mine when
we signed that lease.

He's right, Mr. Garrett.

I'm paying you off when we get back,
and I'm breaking that goddamn lease.

I don't allow the law
would agree to that.

What law is that?

Santa Fe Ring law?

Shit.

- Goddamn law is ruining the country.
- Ain't you still a part of that law?

Something wrong with that harness.

I believe they elected you and paid you
good wages for killing the Kid, huh?

You rotten son of a bitch.

God, got it damn near perfect.

- You try your luck, Eno.
- You miss more than anybody else does.

I'll bet on it.

- Just like back on the farm, Kid.
- You want the breast or the thigh?

What he always gets.

I want a breast and a thigh.

Jesus Christ!

Get down! Get down!

Goddamn, that's Garrett.

Hello, Bill.

- It's fair shooting for an old married man.
- Lucky, I guess. How are you, Kid?

- Good to see you.
- Good seeing you.

- Hey, Billy!
- Who's this you got with you?

- Looking good.
- Having some kind of fiesta? Hello, Black.

We always live like this.
You ought to visit us more often.

I reckon the whole damn territory's
gonna be one big open jug for us now.

- Is that right, Pat?
- Ain't that right, Pat?

Take a two-day ride from Lincoln...

just to pay me back
the 2 dollars you owe me, Pat?

You'd better collect it now, Black.

We ain't gonna be seeing much
of Pat these days.

Say, I understand
those Mexican seòoritas...

are still pretty as ever down there.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I know one's waiting on you, hoss,
with a knife.

- Remember them sisters?
- No. Which ones were they?

That one you got up and asked
how much you owed.

And she said,
"Whatever you think it's worth."

You threw a dime on her pillow.

And the girl said, "If that's all it's worth,
I might as well sew it up."

And Pat...

Pat said,
"You could use a few stitches."

I didn't feel she did.

Son of a bitch.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Get a couple glasses.

Brought you something down
from Lincoln.

Jesus, don't you get stale
around here, Bill?

Maybe a year or so down in Mexico
will do you some good.

I didn't figure you'd bother
to make a ride out here.

Shit, you know me better than that.

You heard about Eben?

He drowned in the Rio Grande.

Trying to get to that old Mex
you're talking about.

He took two of the posse with him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, I always liked old Eben.

At least he knew when it was
the right time to leave.

We did have some times, didn't we?

It's gotta be pretty hard
to turn your back on all that.

Times are changing, Billy.

You want it straight?

If that's what you're here for.

The electorate...

wants you gone.

Out of the country.

But are they telling me,
or are they asking me?

I'm asking you.

But in five days, I'm making you.

Because I might take over sheriff
of Lincoln County.

Old Pat.

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Sold out to the Santa Fe Ring.

How does it feel?

Lt...

feels like times have changed.

Times maybe.

Not me.

Hey, why don't you stick around.

We got a few days left, ain't we?

No, I gotta get back.

Adiós, Pat.

Adiós, Bill.

Don't press your luck.

I ain't worried about my luck.

You boys are playing a losing game.

I figure on staying alive.

Why don't you kill him.

Why?

He's my friend.

He ain't no more.

I reckon.

Get on up, Billy.
You hear what I'm saying?

I ain't making no money
watching you boys sleep.

You like to waste the best part
of the damn day.

Let that squirrel loose!
You'll shake it to death.

- I'm just scratching.
- Chisum's cattle is waiting.

Oh, let them wait.

I hate a son of a bitch that gets up
noisy and full of himself.

I ain't in this for my health, hateful.

That's awful.

- Pat ain't gonna like this.
- What?

Coming down hard on him
the day after he got his new badge.

Hell, there ain't no way
he's gonna know.

I ain't afraid of Pat Garrett.

Well, all right, a little bit.

Bastards.

I'd best go get them horses watered.

Goddamn Chisum.

How'd he know we was here?

- Hell, that's Garrett.
- Goddamn him too.

Now he's got Bell and half the town
of Lincoln out there with him.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!

- Hold your fire!
- Hold it!

Bill!

Come on out!
You don't have a chance!

What are you taking me in for?

Which one was that?

Buckshot Roberts.

For the killing of Buckshot Roberts!

Hell, that was a year ago.

I shot him straight up.

Come on in, Pat!

I'll warm your breakfast!

Guess he ate.

They're closing down
the store on us for sure.

Hey...

I'm in for 5, Tom.

How about it, Kid?

I'm calling 5.

Why not?

Raise you 5.

I can't see the cards no more.

Maybe it's time you took a walk.

Hell, yes.

Why not?

I can still hold a gun.

We gotta move. I'm going fast.

Kid.

We're 'fraiding you out, Charlie.
It's the only chance we've got.

Sweet Mary's ass!

I'm going now, so, by God,
let's get on with it.

Hey.

I ain't afraid of him now.

Hold your fire! We're coming out!

Hold it!

- You go left. I'll go right.
- Might be they ain't circled us.

Might be the dog would've caught
the rabbit if he hadn't thought to shit.

Where are the goddamn horses?

- That's enough!
- Hold it! Hold it!

All right, Kid!

Come on out if you're still alive!

Game's over!

Coming out, Pat!

You're in poor company, Pat.

Yeah, I'm alive, though.

So am I.

I never figured to hear you brag
on being a working man.

Well, I never figured you
for the law either.

It's just a way of staying alive.

No matter what side you're on,
you're always right.

And I aim to live to be rich,
old and gray.

That's a fine ambition, Pat.

You keep thinking like that.
I'll think on how I'll spend your money.

Only thing you've got
to think about...

is when you stand before
the highest court there is.

May it sit in judgment
on your rotten soul.

Now, you listen. Listen to me good.

Before that rope snaps,
it'll hit you like a bolt of lightning...

that what I've been telling you
is the truth!

You'll learn to believe
before I'm finished.

That's 3 to you.

What do you believe in, Bell?

The only belief I have, Billy, is knowing
I'm a little man with a job to do.

But I do believe I'm gonna
have to see that bet...

and raise you 5.
- Billy...

somewhere in the Good Book,
it says there's a time for everything.

A time to love, a time to hate...

a time to kill.

But now it's time
you got close to God, boy.

I heard God's fast...

but I have to go up in front of him
myself before I'd bet on it.

You will.

Say, Bob, what else do you believe in
besides God?

Me.

Just like old Ollinger.

Always got to have a minority opinion
on everything.

Well, that puts me on my way.

I got to go collect a few more taxes.
He's all yours.

Two days, boys.

I count eight days till dawn, Billy.

You'd best be on your knees...

and making the acquaintance
of your Lord and master.

Pat, keep that mule's asshole away
from me before I have to break him.

I surely wish you'd try, son.

I got my shotgun
full of 16 thin dimes.

Enough to spread you out
like a crazy woman's quilt.

- Bob.
- Why don't you sing a song of Jesus...

while there's still a way.
- Bob. Bob.

Damn it.

You mess around with him one more
time, I'll send your ass back to Texas.

Don't.

I think I'd like to
keep him here a while.

I fold, Billy.

Folding three queens, now, are you?

You must be afraid
I'll go out a loser, Bell.

- I guess I just ain't seeing them.
- Well, I'll tell you what...

as long as I'm breathing,
let's play it straight.

I ain't sold my saddle like you
and the rest of the town boys, Bell.

Or it's just Bob that smells
like street shit over there.

On your knees!

Kiss my ass.

Bob!

Repent, you son of a bitch!

Sweet Jesus, I repent.

Not till you taste the fear of the Lord.
I'll show you.

- Bob, stop.
- I'll walk you across hell on a spiderweb!

Your trouble is,
you don't know about God!

Leave off, Bob! You've gone loco!

I'm going across the street
and have a drink.

I'm thirsty as hell.

I wanna tell you one last thing
personal, Kid.

It's gonna be a loose rope
and a long drop.

What good people are coming just to see
your poor sinner spirit meet the devil.

And I'm aiming to please them
by making sure...

you say the Lord's Prayer
before you do a proper cakewalk...

and soil your drawers.

That last thump got my guts going.

I need to go to the outhouse.

My horse locoed on me once
coming back from Pacheco.

I cut the second bar in his mouth
and bleed him.

He died on me,
and I ended up walking 40 miles.

I never was much for walking.

Well, I ain't never walked a mile since.

Fell in with a bunch of Mescaleros.

They was just off the reservation,
and I was "suspicioned" of them.

But I had some biscuit on me.
I give it to them, and they just rode off.

That's a hell of a story, Bell.

You know, I believe old Pat's
lost his sand.

He won't come on a man.

You ought not to
talk about him that way.

You and him used to be pretty close.

He ain't the same man.

He signed himself over to Chisum
and every other landowner...

that's trying to put a fence
around this country.

That's what you been doing, ain't it?

Selling us out and getting fat.

Ain't that easy, Billy.

You was a friend of Carlyle's,
wasn't you, Bell?

You know I was.

I don't mean to be contrary,
but did I ever tell you how he died?

- I heard it from Sam Dedrick.
- Yeah.

And now I'd like you
to hear it from me.

I shot him three times in the back,
blew his goddamn head off.

I don't wanna kill you, Bell.

Well, I sure hope you don't, Billy.

Then just move toward me.

Don't. Don't do it, please.

You wouldn't shoot me
in the back, Billy.

- What the hell was that?
- There's been a shooting.

Get in the house!

- My God, he's got a shotgun.
- Somebody get the sheriff!

How does Jesus
look to you now, Bob?

Bonney's killed Bell!

Yeah, and he's killed me too.

Keep the change, Bob.

Bring me an ax.

Cut them.

Get back, I don't wanna kill you.

Go over to that livery stable,
get me the best horse you've got.

By God, I think I'm just gonna trade you
that fine brown horse for your buckskin.

What the hell, Billy?

I'll throw in about
$ 1.60 worth of change...

if you can dig it out
of old Bob there.

Would some of you people
get him up off the ground and into it?

Anything you say, sheriff.

Hell of a mess, Pat.

Shot Bell and Ollinger and rode on out.

Yeah. Do me up good
this time, Zeppy.

And leave the mustache on it.

- Is the boy around?
- Boy.

Speak to Mr. Garrett.

Yes, sir?

I want you to run all the way down
to my house.

Tell Mrs. Garrett that I'm gonna
be home for dinner.

And then I want you to stampede
over to the courthouse...

find John Neully and the others
standing around there...

and tell them to come over here
and pay me a visit. Got that?

John Neully, courthouse. Yes, sir.

Gotta get me a posse started.

Who are you?

That's a good question.

I believe you know of me.

Bill Kermit.

Wanted for horse-thieving
down in Seven Rivers, ain't you?

That'd be me, sheriff.

Killed old C.B. Denning last year
at Silver City...

for calling you at cheating at monte.

That'd be me. Alamosa Bill.

Well, Bill, I'm gonna make you
my deputy.

Listen, Bill,
why don't you go out back...

find us a couple of steaks
and a mess of eggs.

And get one of them good bottles
they got behind the bar there.

I wanna have me a bath.

It should take you about two weeks
to make the circle.

Yeah.

You're late, Pat.

More cognac, please.

- Good of you to come, sheriff.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- It's a pleasure to see you.
- Thank you, sir.

May I offer you some supper?

Oh, no. No, I think I might have
a little of that brandy, though.

Of course. Some brandy.

I do hope you enjoy
these rainy New Mexican evenings.

They have a fabulous melancholy
to them.

They bring us closer
to some greater design.

At least I hope so.

Allow me to introduce
Mr. Lewellyn Howland.

And this man is Norris.

These gentlemen are very concerned
about the escape of William Bonney.

- A concern I'm sure you also share.
- He escaped from my jail.

Exactly.

This territory is vast and primitive.

There is money here, growing
investments and political interests.

We must protect these investments...

so that the area can continue
to prosper and grow.

I believe you rode with the Kid,
didn't you?

- I did.
- Then you must be aware of his moves.

Well, I know Billy.

- And he ain't exactly predictable.
- Oh, come now, sheriff.

For a man who's half outlaw himself
and still smart enough...

to be elected sheriff by Chisum and the
big ranchers, I expect better than that.

Can you bring him in,
or should we look elsewhere?

Oh, I can bring him in.

If you and the big peckerheads
don't mess things up...

by starting another cattle war.

I assure you, Chisum and the others have
been advised to recognize their position.

And in this particular game,
there are only a few plays left.

I'd advise you to grab on to a
winning hand while you have a chance.

We're offering a reward of $ 1000
for the Kid's capture.

You can have 500 now.

Well, I aim to bring the Kid in.

But until I do...

better take your $500 and shove it
up your ass and set fire to it.

Commendable notion, sheriff.

Eno.

Well, now.

I'm gonna blow the top of your
cow-humping head off...

you son of a bitch.

How's it going, Luke?

You are a son of a bitch.

I thought they's getting ready
to trim you.

There's a whole bunch of us
just fixing to ride in.

Well, I saved you all a trip.

Or somebody did.

I figured I'd lay back a few days.
Maybe more.

Well, it sure is pleasurable
seeing you back again, Kid.

- You glad I'm back?
- Welcome home, Billy.

And did you miss me?

So much you had to take up
with that low-down piece, old Hyatt.

Cómo estás, Silva?

Buenos días, Billy.

Now, you're uglier than me.
How's it going, Beaver?

Eno, I thought you boys would be out
in the Nueces or Colorado by now.

Well, I figured to watch you
get stretched...

but might have knowed
you'd show up.

Good thing somebody did.

These four rode in here this morning.

What's your name, boy?

- Alias.
- Alias what?

Alias anything you please.

What do we call you?

Alias.

- Hell, let's call him Alias.
- That's what I'd do.

Alias it is.

Thank you.

My, my.

You boys hungry?

- I didn't catch your name.
- I didn't give it out.

Well, I guess that's why
I didn't catch it.

But I know yours.

And that's enough.

Hey, Silva. Do you remember
that meeting with John Jones...

and that old man they called
U.S. Christmas, down near El Rito?

- That old man they called U.S. Christmas?
- Right. See?

Seems John stepped on one of U.S.'s
boots one night they was both in town.

Old U.S., he'd been out hunting buffalo
for six months.

Now, he was mean and testy
and damn near blind drunk.

He had on a pair of these flat-heeled,
about half-length Wellington boots.

Them boots was the only thing
he owned he put any store in.

And John stepped on one of them.

That old man just stepped back
and said:

"Let's get to it."

So John said to U. S:

"If you're gonna get that riled...

over a pair of foreign,
lady-looking boots...

we just might as well
get the ball rolling."

So they went in the middle
of the street.

And they took the 10 steps.

And John put three holes
right through that old man's chest.

I must have known them
from somewhere.

It's too soon for bounty hunters.

Alias?

Now what the fuck?

Garrett?

I thought you was in Lincoln.

What did I do?
What in the hell are we doing?

Garrett, I ain't seen the Kid.

I heard he broke out,
but I ain't seen him.

- What the hell you doing?
- You get your ass over there, Gate.

Howdy, Cullen.

How do you do, yourself?

What are you doing
with that piece of sheep dip?

I'd like to blow his thieving head off
just for riding through my town.

I ain't paid nobody no never mind.
Been staying in my own good hole.

Fact is, I'm thinking about
going to Texas.

Kid broke out.

Killed Ollinger and Bell.

I thought maybe Gate and some
of the boys might have a sign on him.

Well, I still want him for that
train robbery up at Springer.

Gate's been holed up
outside of town here...

with Black Harris and Sut Cole,
that bunch.

Been meaning to roust them
out of here...

but somehow or other
I just can't get around to it.

I don't know nothing about the boys,
I don't know nothing about the Kid.

I ain't even seen him
since he gut-shot Roberts.

Understand you've been
riding for Chisum.

I'd rather be on
the outside of the law...

than packing a badge for that town
of Lincoln and them that's a-running it.

It's a job.

Comes an age in a man's life when...

he don't wanna spend time
figuring what comes next.

Well, it's gonna
cost you some change.

I got to the point where
I don't do nothing for nobody...

unless there's a piece of gold
attached to it.

One of these days,
when I get my boat built...

I'm gonna drift out of
this damn territory.

This town's got no hat size nohow.

Mama?

Where'd you put my badge?

I don't like it, Cullen.

This town is not worth it.

Tell you the truth, Mama,
I don't take a shine to it myself.

Anytime you're ready.

Company's coming.

Sheriff Baker.

Hey, Black Harris!

I wanna talk to you!

Whoa, boys.

Black.

I ain't seen the Kid,
if that's what you're sniffing after.

But if it's straight-up one-to-one
you want, then I'm your man.

I'm looking for sign, Black.

Us old boys ought not to be doing this
to each other.

Ain't that many of us left.

Remember? You and me
rode into this county together.

How long ago was that, Pat?

Oh, hell, about 15 years ago.

Pat, I know where the Kid's at.

I'll tell you...

when you're lying proper
on the ground.

It'll be the last words you ever hear.

Paris, France.

Hey, look at that.
Look at them turkeys.

Hey, hold them critters, Silva.

Go on, kid, let's get them.

Watch this.

Get in there. Watch this.

Come on, Billy.

- Get out of the way, you son of a bitch.
- Grab him!

Move, Billy.

That's the way. Do it!

Got mine.

Both hands, man.

- What you got there?
- I got me a turkey.

Let me see that bird.

Oh, I could have roped four or five
of them in if it wasn't for you.

Them is Mr. Chisum's cattle.

And this is Chisum's land.

- Where you going with it, Silva?
- Get your rifle.

You'll make a good living
cow-thieving.

Give him a good laugh.

Put that back where you found it.

You want some coffee?

I could use some.

Name is Poe.

John W. Poe
out of Fort Griffin, Texas.

Maybe you saw me last month
in Santa Fe at Governor Wallace's.

The governor made me a deputy.
I figure he probably told you.

Already got me a deputy.

Two's better than one.

I answer only to the governor,
Mr. Norris and Mr. Howland.

I heard talk on the trail
the Kid's in Mexico.

Don't figure to me.

Most likely, he's trying to get
his old bunch together again.

- Which way we going?
- I'm going southwest.

That would be the Chisum ranch.

Chisum is a fine man.

Country's gotta make a choice.

Time's over for drifters and outlaws
and those who got no backbone.

I'm gonna tell you this once.

I don't wanna have to say it again.

This country's getting old,
I aim to get old with it.

Now, the Kid don't want it that way.

He might be a better man for it.
I ain't judging.

But I don't want you explaining
nothing to me.

I don't want you saying nothing about the
Kid and nobody else in my damn county.

Garrett to see you, Mr. Chisum.

- All right. Somebody else try him.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Chisum.

Mescaleros stole 40 head of horses
last week.

Yeah, I heard they was
off the reservation.

And Bonney tried to steal a few head
a couple of weeks ago.

Well, he says you owe him
$500 back salary.

He rode for me.
I treated him just like any other man.

Sheriff, tell me something.
Why did you ride all the way out here?

- We thought maybe you heard something.
- I'll tell you what I heard.

Billy the Kid is in Tascosa.
Billy the Kid is in Tombstone.

Billy the Kid is in Mexico, Tularosa,
Socorro, White Oaks.

And Billy the Kid is at my table
right at this moment...

eating tacos and green chili peppers
with my niece, just like old times.

- You staying for supper?
- No, thanks.

Mr. Poe?

I... Yeah, yes, I could eat.

Fine. Bunkhouse is right behind
the large barn.

Men usually eat
when the cook lets them.

Interesting meeting you, Mr. Poe.
Perhaps I'll see you again some time.

Glad to be of service, Garrett.

But don't overuse it.

I appreciate the loan.

You gonna get him?

My friend.

Buena suerte until I see you.

Come to Mexico, Billy.

People know you're here.

I say this as a friend.

In old Mex he ain't gonna be nothing
but another drunken gringo...

shitting out chili peppers
and waiting for nothing.

It's got a good edge.

There's a lot of land between here
and the border.

And it's all Chisum's.

Better keep those sheep moving,
or they're gonna end up on his table.

I have no quarrel with Chisum.

It is an old war that is over.

Let him alone...

and he will let you alone.

Don't you believe it, my friend.

I must believe it.

Adiós, Paco.

You could leave,
you could live in Mexico.

- Could you?
- Yeah.

I could live anywhere.

I could leave anywhere too.

- Have you ever been to California?
- Not yet.

I ain't either.

But they're sure pushing on me
to go somewhere.

Yeah, your leaving would sure
give Garrett some size.

I reckon he's given me
about all the time he can.

Mexico might not be bad
for a couple of months.

Depends on who you are.

I reckon.

There's a lot of us
who'd ride with you.

Mexico won't be so bad
for a few months.

I guess that depends who you are.

But if I was y'all...

I'd be clearing out of here.

Gonna be some hard times
coming down.

Remember me to whoever rides by.

Boy, get some water for these horses.

All right about the goddamn...
Hello there, Lemuel.

Well, if it ain't the limb
of the law, Patrick J. Garrett.

Your booze is under the bar,
where I always keep it.

Shake it up, it's got a little oil on it.

That's the fairest drink of whiskey
you'll ever throw lip over, boy.

Know you around these parts?

I ain't ever rode through here before.

I tell you one thing, though.
We best get the Kid soon.

They're already talking about you
in Lincoln.

I calculate you ain't been there
in more than seven weeks.

Well, when I want somebody
to keep time for me, I'll ask you.

I'll stay here the night.

You take that trail east, then south.
I'll pick you up in Roswell. Five days...

six at the most.

You might be able to find something
out there alone.

Are you getting tired, Garrett?

Looks like you only got
a couple more days left in you.

Yeah, well... adiós.

You want yourself a woman?

One come in here from Albuquerque, run
a cathouse over there. Name is Bertha.

Got an ass on her like a $40 cow,
and a tit.

I'd like to see that thing filled
full of tequila.

Hey, you know what she always
said about cowboys?

She always wished they had
a pair of loose boots.

She wanted to strap them
with a tight pussy...

and give them a warm place
to shit for $2.

Say, you know something,
you can't beat that, can you?

Howdy, ma'am.

Mr. Horrell.

- Hey, Tommy.
- Billy.

Didn't think we'd be
getting to see you.

I felt obliged to come and pay
my respects before moving on.

Sit down, Bill.

You picked a fine time to come, Billy.

I sure never figured on you
taking on the badge.

Didn't figure on it myself.
I was just in town being sociable.

Rode in from Seven Rivers
to watch you hang.

- Garrett swore me in when you lit out.
- Won't be having no ill talk at my table.

Fill yourself, Billy.

Another fried pie?

Don't mind if I do.

Never tasted anything so good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Billy?

Tomato.

I don't suppose you ran into
old Pat, did you, Billy?

Can't say I did.

He'll track you down, Billy,
and get you.

Pat Garrett's got
more sand than most.

Yeah, I'm outlawed, for sure.

Old Alamosa here will see to that.

It wasn't long ago, I was the law,
riding for Chisum.

And old Pat was an outlaw.

The law is a funny thing, ain't it?

Well, we best get to it.

Just got through putting up
that new cottonwood door.

Used the old one for my son, John.

He got into a shooting
with Olin Carroll.

He's buried out yonder there.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Horrell.

John was a good hand.

Couldn't shoot, though.

Harley, you and Lee give me a hand
with this door.

I don't suppose there's any other
way we could work this out?

Well, let's get to it.

Ten steps?

Suits me.

You count them.

You ain't thought of another way,
have you?

No, I can't come up with nothing.

Get to it.

One, two, three, four, five...

six, seven, eight...

That wasn't 10, hoss.

I never could count.

At least I'll be remembered.

Howdy, old-timer.

You're wasting
the best part of your day.

Hello, Holly.

- Bit off your graze, ain't you?
- A bit.

Hell, everybody knows
he's looking for the Kid.

Everybody knows the Kid
ain't in this territory.

Nobody's seen him.

Maybe he be outside there.
I wish he'd come get a drink.

Get himself a drink?

Yeah. Well, I had mine.

No need to run off, Holly.

He ain't out there, Pat.

You boys shuck them gun belts.
Let them lay where they fall.

- You boys carrying wages?
- What kind of wages do you mean?

Well, any kind of wages.
Thought maybe we'd just have a few...

sociable hands.

Ain't no harm in being sociable.

Ain't no harm in being sociable.

Boy...

go over there to Lemuel
and get that shotgun...

he's got his fingers wrapped around
and bring it over to me, stock first.

Do it!

It ain't no use, you getting mad.
I wasn't set on using that.

But those boys have been
patronizing me real well.

No use getting him mad, old Pat.
We been patronizing him real well.

Now, I want you to stand over
behind breed here.

I want you to take
the stock of that gun...

and rap him smartly
on the back of the head.

You do it, or this bullet
that's going through his chest...

is liable to come out the other side
and tickle your private parts.

Private parts?

- Lemuel.
- Yeah?

I want you to drag your fat ass over here
so we can all see you.

You're crazier than
a mule-humping goat.

Sitting there with all that law crammed
inside of you, busting to get out.

I wouldn't give a sweet jerk in hell
if the Kid did lay you out.

You used to be just like a daddy
to that boy.

Boy.

Come over here.

I want you to take Lemuel's hat and
stuff it down over his eyes, gentle-like.

Those eyes ain't seen nothing but bad
since he's been in this territory.

And I'm looking right smack-dab at it.

Now, I want you to go over there
to that shelf of airtights...

and give us a nice read,
loud enough for us all to hear.

Let's hear it!

"Beans. Beans.

Spinach.

Eastern plums.

Beans. Beef stew. Salmon."

- Two is a better game.
- "Pears."

Listen, Pat, we haven't done nothing.

All we did was come in
and wet ourselves down.

- "Spinach."
- Take it right from the bottle, Holly.

"Beef stew."

No need to stand on manners
around here.

No, no, no.
Go ahead, have another one there.

"Climax tobacco."

Just keep on going there.

"AMK fine quality tomatoes."

He's trying to drown you. That's what.
Trying to get his bark back on him.

Thinks it's going to make him young,
like the Kid.

"AMK salmon.

Beans. Spinach and beans.

Baked beans.

Beans."

- Boy, this sure lights up and kill you.
- "Baked beans.

Beans."

"Quality."

"Quality."

"Beef stew."

Tell me, Pat.

Are you afraid to take it
to the Kid, or what?

Ever since you and the Kid
have been together...

you've just been a little short
of supplies, you know what I mean?

"Lima beans."

Oh, hell.

I don't care about either one of you.
I don't care what you do.

Because I am partial to him.

"Lard. Quality... Quality salmon."

"Plums. Beans. Tomatoes."

You just made me have a bowel
movement in my britches, Garrett.

I ain't gonna never
forgive you for this.

"Succotash. Beets.

Spinach."

Boy.

When you see Billy...

tell him we had
a little drink together.

I told you. You face the likes of the Kid,
and you give.

Why don't you shut up.

I don't want to hear no more
of that talk.

- I never would have.
- You face and you give, that's all.

I'd give him Buckshot.

I always knew you had
a heap of force in you.

Ain't nobody gonna take
my hat and rifle, nobody.

I ain't never seen...

such a churn-headed bunch
of half-breeds.

And furthermore...

I'm not afraid of man,
woman nor beast.

Shit.

You run across Bonney?

Over at Seven Rivers.

Lot of people said he gone to Mexico,
but that ain't what I see'd.

If he'd stomped his foot, you'd have
spooked right up your own ass.

Shit. I ain't afraid of the Kid. All he
could do is blow my damn head off.

Being with you makes that
look like a blessing.

I'm tired.

Tired of looking for yellow rocks.

Tired of trying not to look
at your ugly face.

Tired of seeing the land
get crowded up.

Tired of being snake-bit, sun-struck...

waiting to be killed.

Looks like you're tired, all right.

Where do you figure the Kid is now?

Who wants to know?

Yeah, who wants to know?

I do.

Listen, fella...

when I start talking about
Billy the Kid...

I don't go shooting my mouth off
to strangers.

I want you to watch this, and then
I want you to tell me if I'm a stranger.

You ain't no stranger, all right.

You baldheaded old bastard, you.

- Where is he?
- Fort Sumner!

Obliged.

You handled a crude situation...

with remarkable skill.

No!

No!

No. No.

It's ready.

- Ram it straight through him.
- Slow.

Jesus Christ!

You working for Chisum?

Yeah. We're working for him.

- Hello, Billy.
- Hello, Paco.

I will tell you about a house
that I want to build.

No, not here.

For us, amigo.

It will be on the other side.

In old Mex.

I will sell my sheep.

And I will build
the adobe bridge myself.

You know, Billy...

I'll put a vine...

a grapevine out on the veranda...

and I will have three chairs...

and I will sit in the middle one.

And anyone who doesn't do right...

according to nature
and my mother...

I will blow his head off.

Billy...

Cómo te sientes tú, Billy?

Well, that ties it.

I'm going back.

Hello, Rupert.

Sign the book.

Dollar a day, in advance.

Take your old room.

Key's in the door.

Try to keep the noise down.

And this time, no shooting of any kind
allowed in the room.

All right, Rupert.

Rupert, if you got a mind to,
will you go tell the sheriff I'm in town?

I'd like to see him.

Now, wait a minute.

Tell him yourself,
you shiftless jackass.

I ain't been in that part of town
in a month...

and I don't aim to start
on account of you.

It was that bad, huh?

Worse than that.

Oh, Rupert...

what ladies do you have
hosting for you nowadays?

We just got some sort of an octoroon
from south Texas...

and there's Ruthie Lee
and Pauline...

and Mrs. Susan Barnes,
who I've been partial to myself.

She'd got her tit shot off
by old man Tilford.

Well, I'll be up in Ruthie Lee's room.

She won't want to see you.

She's been with the Kid
more than a few times.

Well, send her up anyway.

You want another one?
Last time, you had four...

to get it up and five to get it down.

I don't care who you send up, Rupert.

Just make sure that Ruthie Lee's
part of the package.

Excuse me.

Clean it off real good, now.

We're getting to the best part.

You gotta pull hard there.
They been on for a long time.

Yeah.

Oh, yes. How is that tub?

Having a little trouble there, girls?

Jesus.

Look who's here.

Hey, look who's here!

I was hoping that was you
as soon as I seen your dust.

Well, I was hoping that was you.

I ain't shut of this country yet.

I should have knowed better.

Beaver.

Goddamn glad to see you, buddy.

You boys look grim. You need somebody
back here to spur your flanks, don't you?

You just give us the word.
There's enough of us left.

Nobody's running us off.

Not Garrett...

Chisum...

or that goddamn governor.

When do we hit Chisum?

- Well?
- Chisum killed Paco.

Garrett?

Come on in. The door's not locked.

Well, where's he at?

Fort Sumner.

Yeah, well,
I don't wanna hear about that.

If you don't get him, I'm going to.

Go down to the sheriff's office
and find Kip McKinney.

Tell him to meet me downstairs.

Don't say nothing about nothing.

Compliments of Roberta's.

Thank you, Rupert.

Your jail empty?

I recollect that it is.

- Who's your deputy?
- Sack Oliver.

Well, I got the girls upstairs.

Locked up.

Take the girls over to see
old Sack Oliver.

Give him the key.

Go on, give him the key.

And then bring Mr. McKinney's
horse back. All right, Poe?

Where are we going anyway?

Fort Sumner.

There ain't nothing out there
but some old cattle thieves.

Well, there's a couple
of young ones there too.

No, I ain't going.

You owe it to me.

I do? For what?

For not killing you
over at Rosewater...

for getting you this job...

and not seeing you run out of here.

For pulling you out of that snowdrift
up at Chamas.

For coldcocking you over at
Stillwater's saloon last fall...

and saving you from Rabbit Owen's
biting off your ear and from just...

putting up with you for a hell of a lot
longer than I ought to.

Yeah.

Well...

I hope they spell my name right
in the papers.

Breaking up the goddamn furniture.

Fucked up all my whores.

Shit, I'm gonna get
in another business.

Billy.

Cut the dust.

He's coming in, Billy.

Yeah, I reckon.

Maybe he wants to
have a drink with me.

- Against the Kid...

saving maybe he killed J.W. Bell.

Yeah.

I sure did like J.W.

We'll meet up on the other side of
the fort, at old Pete Maxwell's place.

I know old Pete.

Hello, Pete.

Heard you were back.

Obliged.

We'd like to bed down
in your extra bunk.

No reason not to. I got no need for it.

Been on any drives?

No.

I recollect the time...

Toddy Sparks got his horse stole.

Jace Summers stole it.

Just up and stole it.

It was up by Del Rio.

Old Toddy got even, though.

He sure did.

Put a rattler in Jace's blanket.

Bit him through the neck.

Buried him in a thunderstorm.

Summer of '71 it was.

Man, what are you,
some kind of frog-watcher?

Take it easy. Wrong room.

You're goddamn right
you got the wrong room.

- Who in the hell you looking for?
- Somebody else.

What somebody else?

It's cold.

It's cold.

Hello, Will.

Hello, sheriff.

You finally figured it out, huh?

I thought you was gonna be out...

picking shit with the chickens,
cutting yourself a 10 bill.

Go on, get it over with.

You know what I'm gonna do?

Put everything I own right here.

And I'm gonna bury it...

in this ground,
and I'm gonna leave the territory.

When will you learn you can't
trust anybody, not even yourself?

You chickenshit, badge-wearing
son of a bitch.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus.

I'm hungry.

I'll get you something.

No, I'll just see what Pete's got out
in the cooler.

That's the Kid, Tex. Right there.

Go on, shoot him. Go on, shoot him.

Go on, shoot him.

Who's that?

Who the hell are you?

Hello, Pete.

Evening, Pat.

Easy. We come to see Pete Maxwell.

You chickenshit bastard.

Hey, Pete, who's that out there?

I shot him.

I killed the Kid.

I want his trigger finger!

I want it cut off and nailed to a post!
Then I want him taken back to Lincoln!

No!

What you want...

and what you get...

are two different things.

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